M. Segmuller and the young detective exchanged glances. The accomplice had evidently seen Lecoq and his comrade examining the footprints, and accordingly the presence of the two women was not to be denied.
“What time was this?” asked the magistrate.
“About eleven o’clock.”
“Go on.”
“As soon as they sat down they ordered a bowl of wine, a la Frangaise. Without boasting, I may say that I haven’t an equal in preparing that drink. Of course, I waited on them, and afterward, having a blouse to mend for my boy, I went upstairs to my room, which is just over the shop.”
“Leaving the people alone?”
“Yes, my judge.”
“That showed a great deal of confidence on your part.”
The widow sadly shook her head. “People as poor as I am don’t fear the thieves,” she sighed.
“Go on—go on.”